"Oh, Your Angelness, I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" Mary Anne asked.

"Because you're the Angel!" insisted Scott.

"What difference does that make?" Scott blushed again. How embarrassed he was! Her Angelness, Mary Anne, had outsmarted him!

"Well, it doesn't really--" then she was interrupted by the rude general.

"Your Angelness! Why are you talking to this soldier? He's just a soldier! And letting him call you by your first name is very inappropriate, Mary Anne. I can call you Mary Anne because I'm a general, and I'm very important."

"Excuse me!" bellowed Mary Anne, "but I have a few things to correct you on!" The general lowered his head in shame. "Number one, you interrupted. Number two, you showed no respect for Soldier Scott. Number three, I gave Scott permission to call me by my first name, but not you. Now as punishment you must go down to the lowest branch for an hour. During that time, Soldier Scott may take over as the general." The general gasped, but with no delay marched himself down to the lowest branch on the tree.

"Now that that is taken care of," Mary Anne said, "I shall continue what I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted: It doesn't really matter, now does it?"

"I-- I-- I guess not," sputtered Scott. Mary Anne smiled.